At night.
On top of the First Kingdom, large patches of grey-black buildings were lit up, as if there were a large number of candles on top of the mountain.
In the area with the least amount of light, there was a perfectly straight ten thousand feet tall stone wall.
A grey-white manor was embedded in the middle of the ten thousand feet tall stone wall, with only a small road on the right side connecting to the outside world.
It was as if the stone wall was hollowed out and a manor was built inside, with only a balcony railing exposed on the precipice.
A tall man with short blonde hair held onto the railing and stood on the balcony, quietly looking at the white sea of clouds below. The strong wind blew his hair back continuously. The white pajamas on his body also fluttered behind him.
He shook the blue wine in his hand and took a sip.
"The request for an audience has been submitted, and now I'm waiting for the king to summon me. The Green Vine Sphere will definitely be lost in my hands, the Royal Alliance of Luminarists will definitely take it away, but what kind of benefits I'll get will depend on how hard I fight for it. Avic Sisman is the wise ruler of Kovitan, ever since he took over the throne, Kovitan has been thriving day by day, faintly showing signs of becoming the strongest country in the continent. Such a person will definitely give me a satisfactory return, or else if I don't handle it well, it will make other similar researchers bitterly disappointed. "
Garon drank his wine and thought quietly.
"I don't know when Beckstone will arrive here, this is an important place he has to reach. Originally, in history, he arrived at Kovitan's Kingdom a year after the Vanderman Manor incident, and that was when the incident happened, but that was under the condition that he wasn't injured. Now that he's been heavily injured by me, the time is not very clear …"
Garon shook his glass and drank the wine in one gulp. The cold taste of the wine lingered in his mouth and slid down his throat, very light, very sweet. Like grape juice with a little wine flavor.
"The other thing is that my body has changed."
Garon lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand, the skin on it faintly glowing with a light blue color.
For the transformation of his body, he had been brewing for a very long time, and had been calculating and deducing it many times. This kind of transformation was similar to the Obscuro Society's empowerment, but it was an empowerment without the control of a derivator, and the process was also different.
Garon walked the path of optimizing his own body structure, while the Obscuro Society directly used Totem Light to modify themselves. They were unable to face the rejection, so they simply chose to use Totem Light as their main source. This was a process of external contamination and virus invasion.
What Garon chose was a process where the main body would absorb the Totem Light and evolve. The two were fundamentally different.
The former required a derivator to control the 'virus' that was Totem Light. The latter, on the other hand, allowed one to control everything, but it was much more difficult. The strength of Garon's body was far beyond the imagination of this world's researchers.
The first step of transformation allowed Garon's body to have some of the characteristics of Totem Light, but it still needed to be consolidated. The second step of the transformation was to completely break through the limits.
The reason why he could not add more attribute points was because his physical body had reached its limit and could not be improved any further. What if he could increase the limits of his physical body? Would there be a new and greater limit?
This was Garon's current plan.
If he broke through the limit, then he would once again gain the ability to use potential points to increase his attributes. He had thought of this step a long time ago, but it was only after Leila taught him many of the Obscuro Society's core techniques that he was able to implement in detail.
Turning one's body into a core totem was a crazy idea. Who knew how many brilliant Luminarists from the Obscuro Society died on this path one after another, so much so that the later researchers could only avoid this direction, and had no choice but to research and use external objects.
Their biggest difficulty was their lack of control over their own bodies, so they came up with the idea of using the Crystal Derivator as an external control.
But Garon was different. The success of the first step made him clear that this was the most suitable path for him.
"The conditions for the second step of transformation are all met. The theoretical derivation has also passed, so I can directly start the experiment tonight. "Garon lightly threw the cup forward, into the white sea of clouds. "I wish you all the best."
He turned and walked into the balcony.
The wine cup fell down at high speed, and quickly disappeared into the sea of clouds without a sound.
Behind the balcony was a spacious hall, the warm yellow light was slightly swaying. The table lamp in the hall was covered with a layer of white cloth, and was shaped into a cylinder to cover the candle. There were a total of four corners with this kind of table lamp.
In the middle of the brownish-yellow wooden floor, a long rectangular wooden table was quietly placed in the middle, and there were two rattan chairs by the side. The table and chairs were brownish-yellow in color, with a hint of red.
Garon sat down, beside the chair, and picked up a stack of manuscripts on the table. He picked up a pen with one hand, and began to revise and check on it.
After a brief check, he kept the manuscripts, got up and walked to the right wall of the hall. Beside the wall was a tall white cabinet, and on top of it were two black coffee cups that had been drunk.
Garon moved the cups, felt around the wall, and pressed lightly with his palm.
Ka-chak.
The wall suddenly caved in, and the whole wall slowly split into a Z-shaped crack, opening inwards to both sides, revealing a dark passage.
The passage was slanted downwards in an arc, and it kept turning to the right.
Garon walked in with the manuscripts, and went down as if he was going down a staircase, turning right in a spiral. He did not know how long he went down.
In the dark passage, a white light suddenly lit up in front of him.
It was a half-open iron door.
Garon walked in front of the iron door, gently pushed it open, and walked in.
Behind the door, there was a huge arched stone hall.
The stone hall was abnormally rough, and there were uneven marks on the stone walls. The entire stone hall was the size of a football field, and the light was dim. Some white dust would occasionally sprinkle down from the grayish-white stone walls.
Garon walked out of the iron door, and stood at the rightmost corner of the stone hall. He looked at the central area from afar, and there was a black shadow lying there, the sound of heavy breathing faintly echoing in the stone hall.
On the four walls, only four wall lamps were lit, and the light from the flames could only illuminate the four corners of the hall, making it abnormally dim.
Garon took down a wall lamp, held it in his hand, and walked directly to the center of the hall.
The air in the hall was cold, and there was a faint flow of wind, bringing with it a strong stench.
Garon stepped on the solid ground, and walked to the center of the stone hall, standing in front of the black shadow.
Under the illumination of the wall lamp, half of the black shadow's body was revealed.
It was a gigantic lizard with two heads and two necks.
Its ten-meter-long body was lying on the ground, as if it was in a deep sleep. Saliva slowly flowed out from the corners of its two mouths, emitting a foul stench.
Garon placed the wall lamp on the ground, and reached out to knock on the dual headed salamander, but there was no response.
"Those doses should be enough."
He muttered to himself, and walked to the middle of the salamander's body, where there were all kinds of strange instruments on the ground.
There were all kinds of strange glass containers, and a square cabinet that lit up with red light from time to time. On a large plate, there were many purple crystal rods soaked in blood. There was also a surgical bag with all kinds of metal instruments.
Garon took out a sharp knife from the surgical bag, and slowly heated it above the flame of the wall lamp. With his other hand, he picked up a black towel soaked in alcohol.
He walked to the abdomen of the dual headed salamander, and used the towel to wipe the scales on its abdomen. Then, he threw the towel away, held the scalpel with both hands, and stabbed forward.
Chi!!
The scalpel was completely submerged under the scales, and pierced through the salamander's skin.
Garon raised his head and looked at the salamander. The huge beast's eyes were already open, and it was staring at him, its brown-yellow vertical pupils did not blink.
"Don't move." After giving the dual headed salamander a command, Garon held the scalpel and slashed downwards.
Under the huge force of the blade, with a tearing sound, the dual headed salamander's abdomen was completely torn apart.
A one-meter-long wound suddenly split open, revealing the blood-red muscles inside.
Garon changed to an even longer scalpel, and sprayed alcohol on the surface, wiping it clean. Then, he stabbed it into the wound again.
Chi …
The dual headed salamander finally could not help but cry out.
Garon pulled the muscles apart. The scalpel was more than a meter long, and it completely tore the muscles apart, revealing the warm abdomen.
Blood flowed down the scales to the ground, and like a small stream, it flowed along a groove on the ground, and into a small round pool.
Garon threw away the scalpel, and pressed on the edge of the wound with both hands. Looking inside the abdomen, it was dark, and a strong stench kept coming out from it.
He tore the wound wider with both hands, picked up the wall lamp, and went straight in.
The abdomen was an oval-shaped cavity, and the inner wall was filled with white membranes filled with blood vessels, which were constantly beating.
In the middle, a huge heart was beating non-stop. This heart was about the height of a person, and was connected to a large number of blood vessels, like a red spider web, of varying thickness.
Garon carefully avoided the blood vessels, stepped on the soft abdomen wall, and walked to the front of the heart.
The hot stench from the surroundings kept entering his nose. Garon bent his waist, avoiding the two blood vessels that were as thick as a forearm. He crawled to the front of the heart.
Putting down the wall lamp, he took out a small black dagger, held it in his right hand, and sliced at the edge of the heart.
Chi!
A small piece of red myocardium fell from the edge of the huge heart, and at the same time, a large amount of blood gushed out.
Garon quickly caught the myocardium, and immediately saw that the wound on the salamander's heart was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. This terrifying regenerative ability seemed to have affected the wound in the abdomen, and the flesh on both sides of the wound started to close up quickly.
Garon heard the sound of the wound closing behind him, and was slightly shocked, and quickly retreated out of the abdomen.
With a splash, he crawled out of the wound, and his whole body was covered in red blood.
"Cough cough …" His nose and mouth were filled with the stench of the abdomen. Garon took a few deep breaths, and saw that the wound on the dual headed salamander's abdomen had completely healed.
However, the salamander's spirit was still not very good. Perhaps because of the injury to its heart, its eyelids were drooping, and it was listless.
Garon did not have time to care about it, and carefully held the myocardium in his hand, and put it into a crystal bottle that he had prepared beforehand.
"This bottle of nutrient solution should be enough to keep it alive for a while."
He closed the bottle, and shook the light yellow liquid inside. He could feel that this piece of myocardium seemed to contain a special frequency, as if it was still beating automatically after leaving the heart.
"All the secrets of the dual headed salamander are contained in its heart. Its heart has a strong ability to produce blood, and it does not rely on its bone marrow to produce blood like other creatures." Garon understood.
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